And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.
Get to live; Then live, and use it; else, it is not true That thou hast gotten. Surely use alone Makes money not a contemptible stone.
Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.
Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.
Love labor: for if thou dost not want it for food, thou mayest for physic. It is wholesome for thy body and good for thy mind.
Oh that thou hadst like others been all words, And no performance.
O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of voluptuousness.
Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?
If thou wouldst rule well, thou must rule for God, and to do that, thou must be ruled by him. Those who will not be governed by God will be ruled by tyrants.
Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.
Come hither, my dear. Come hither, that I mightest protectest thou!
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"
In a world that has lost a sense of sin, one sin remains: Thou shalt not make people feel guilty (except, of course, about making people feel guilty). In other words, the only sin today is to call something a sin.
When man of slender visits you Nothing on earth that one can do In well he’ll hide, or watery hole And he will eat your mortal soul so if thou seest the man so thin pray you don’t see him again for he is not from world we know he cometh from far down below on his bed of dirt from grave from his dank and silent cave he watches you yet has no sight he taketh you away at night
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.
Ah, Lord God, thou holy lover of my soul, when thou comest into my heart, all that is within me shall rejoice.
Thou hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests in Thee.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
As thou sowest, so shalt thou reap.